(From a Pando transformed from an Abyssal Crawler to Cassyva)
Brought forth uncalled onto mythrons shore,
Brought low, unmade by cold, cruel hex,
Yet cupid’s light has made my spirit soar,
For it has brought me to you, evolution’s apex.
How much I yearn to be your shield,
The abyss from which you may bloom,
You are an azalea on the battlefield,
Your blossoming lips announcing their doom
But your sacred night shall not fade after three moons
Nor shall phoenix flames scorch your azure braid
Nor shall time erode your blade’s blessed runes
For with me behind you, there is no need to be afraid
The opponent runs backstab, so you better act fast
To not get backstabbed, put me agains dat ass